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              Elizabeth had never  been more  at a loss to make her feelings
              appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she
              would  rather have cried. Her father  had  most cruelly  mortified
              her, by what he said of Mr Darcy’s indifference.

            Laughter cuts Elizabeth off from the possibility of romance and blinds
            her father to other people’s feelings.


                                    Extension
            You have seen two examples of the way that humour can be used in
            novels. The variety of styles and purposes of humour in prose fiction is
            so wide that these two examples  only scatch  the surface (see also
            Sanger 1998). If you wish to investigate this area further, it would be
            best to choose a text that you find genuinely humorous and then use the
            framework outlined in Units 2, 3, 4 and 5 to provide a direction for your
            analysis.


                                      Poetry
            This section can also do no more than indicate a few examples of types
            of humour that are found in poetry. Sometimes the purpose is simply to
            entertain: there were examples in Units 2 and 3 that were jokes using
            the form of poetry. Sometimes the purpose is more ‘serious’ and the
            poetry may be termed ‘satire’.
              In this eighteenth-century extract,  from ‘Epistle to Doctor
            Arbuthnot’, Alexander Pope produces a biting portait of the character
            Sporus. Although he has used an  invented name, readers  of the time
            would recognise his target as a living writer. As such, perhaps this type
            of humour should be termed ‘lampoon’, rather than satire. (A. refers to
            Dr Arbuthnot and P. to Pope.)

              Let Sporus tremble—A. What, that thing of silk,
              Sporus, that mere white curd of ass’s milk?
              Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel,
              Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
              P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,
              This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings;
              Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,
              Yet wit ne’er tastes, and beauty ne’er enjoys:
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